Feathery elegance intertwines
as her song lays silent, unheard...
Upon the hills of rocks and stone
beyond moor of meadow dawn...
I like to be left alone
But when people don't notice I'm...
The young boy of five
On his birthday...
It’s cold, twelve degrees below zero.
You’re remembering her face, how the sun...
the lump in my throat
was from swallowing your pride...
If you see a man
beaten down on the ground by depression itself...
Free writing saved my soul
as body nestled...
tears roll along
the sills of my eyelids...
As I walk alone in the pouring rain
Thoughts go through my brain again...
You might be thinking why it is you
I would tell you my dear if I knew...
I accept my loss and defeat
Just need to get used to it...